Crisps And Melodies

Gold cherry

By Ruthio

Tue, 08 Sep 2026
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6 comments
 

Dry the rain

Over and over again

 

A bag of crisps in the glove box

One day we’ll share them 

Pass them back and forth

Lick the powder from our fingers

 

The sticky remnants

Lingers

 

This is

 

Love

 

Love is also 

A charging horse 

A fire year

Far too fucking wild

 

Love is

Also

In the mellow

 

The song I sing you on repeat

Just Like A Star

 

Something about oil on my hands

And an angel on the page 

 

Will that melody

Forever stay in your brain

When I am dust

My love.

Certificate PG
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

A lovely poem Ruthio. I'm sure Corinne Bailey Rae herself would have enjoyed it. 

Turlough

Submitted by sean mcnulty on

This memorable poem is our Sunday pick. Please share across your social media. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

This is a wonderful update! Thank you so much for posting

 

Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Very well deserved golden cherries. If possible, they would have been golden crisps!

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Much enjoyed.

Love is

Also

In the mellow

I being in with the mellow crowd.

 

Submitted by Ruthio on

Thanks so much for the kind comments and for making this a Sunday pick! Having a newborn is providing lots of inspiration, I'm so fuelled by the little moments - the cracks in-between